Vivienne Daguerre wrote:There is no such thing as a kajiru.
There is such a thing as a kajirus.
Vivienne Daguerre wrote:I selected none of the above because a free woman would do no such thing.
Vivienne Daguerre wrote:A free woman may use a male silk slave, but it would be privately and even then her "lust" is likely to be restrained given that she has not had the opportunity or encouragement to learn to enjoy sex.
Vivienne Daguerre wrote:She probably has no idea what an orgasm is. It could happen in role play that a skilled kajirus might show her the joy of sex and take her to orgasm, but the free woman would never let that be publicly known for fear of being enslaved for having slave heat.
Hawt Sommer wrote:I should clarify this.
A single girl thrown into a pit or pen of male slaves, it could be a recently collared free-woman to help her acclimate with her new slavey mindset, or as a punishment.
The question is Would you participate? meaning if directed there by roleplay; In Role play you might not have a choice.
I am starting to question where you get your topic ideas....oh well... another thread, this is pretty much related to the fact that some people do not feel like playing certain situations due to their limits or a personal motive. I would really try to validate the FTB if sincerly required.
Serve him wine," said he, "or you will be stripped and thrown into a pen of male slaves."
The girl turned and withdrew, then approached again, climbing the stairs, delicately, as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful, and spoke, her voice a whisper in my ear, an invitation, "Wine, Master?" as though offering not wine, but herself. In a large house, with various slave girls, it is thought only an act of courtesy on the part of a host to permit a guest the use of one of the girls for the evening. Each of the girls considered eligible for this service, at one time or another during the evening, will approach the guest and offer him wine. His choice is indicated by the one from whom he accepts wine.
I looked at the girl. Her eyes met mine, softly. Her lips were slightly parted. "Wine, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "I will have wine."
She poured the diluted wine into my cup, bowed her head and with a shy smile, backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and hurried away.
~Assassin of Gor
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